Dear reader, I wish I could tell you that I'm going to survive this story. But If I did say that I survived, I would be lying. I have found, there are many ways to die, for I have brushed shoulders with death on many accounts. In the span of my twenty-three years, I have been a lover, killed a lover, and been killed by a lover. You might be wondering what exactly my occupation is. Well during the day I am an elementary school teacher in the New York Bronx. But at night I spend my time making people 'disappear'. This may seem extremely confusing to you, so allow me to explain. But I must warn you, this tale is not for the faint of heart. My fiancé, the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with, couldn't handle this tale. So he tried to erase me from the narrative. He failed, instead, he erased himself